National Affairs: Outward Bound

Under a sunny afternoon sky the sleek grey ship moved slowly down New
York Bay. She had 464 silent passengers on board. For them there would
be no more cocktails in glittering bars with wide-eyed café socialites,
no lavish dinners for affable U.S. businessmen. They were Nazi and
Fascist propaganda agents, consular officers and their families, bound
homeward to the grim realities of the New Order.

There was many an awkward delay before the U.S.S. West Point finally got
away. In San Francisco, 2,570 miles away, debonair Consul General
Captain Fritz Wiedemann and Dr. Johannes Borchers, German consul
general in New York...